Who: Caduceus Clay and Ronan Lynch What: Giving gifts to the dead. Where: The Graveyard When: Late morning, 8th April Status: On-going Warnings: tbd (probably not high with Deucey here)
It was safe to say that Caduceus felt at home among the dead. The graveyard here didn’t so much remind him of home as provide him with something familiar, something he was used to, and something he took comfort in. He didn’t know the people buried here, and he didn’t really want to disturb them too much - for all the talk of and sightings of the ghosts here, most of the residents who had passed on seemed to be sleeping peacefully - but he could do Melora’s work still.Â
He hadn’t tried to speak with Her, yet. The prospect of not being able to reach Her made his blood cold. But if he worked hard here, maybe She would reach out to him.
He borrowed a watering can from the greenhouse and made his way slowly around the graveyard, wending his way between the headstones until one called to him. The writing was indecipherable, but still Caduceus lay his hand upon it, thinking of the nameless person resting beneath the ground.Â
"I've brought some things from my home I thought you might like. Obviously if you don't you can just get rid of it," he said softly, reaching into his pocket for a bag of mixed seeds he'd carried with him since the day he left. He'd hoped that perhaps if he died and his friends couldn't get him home, then the flowers from home would grow with him where he lay.Â
"These aren't from around here, so I guess they might seem a little weird, but the guys back home like them," he said, poking a few holes in the ground and dropping the seeds into them, watering the dirt. "And the flowers are just beautiful. Well, I don't know which seeds I just gave you, but they're all quite nice."
He stood and said goodbye, then made his way to the next grave. The name on here was at least a bit easier to work out. Human, of course. Mar...Martin? Mark, maybe?Â
"Hello, friend," Caduceus settled down on the ground again. "I've brought you a gift."Â
Once more he pressed a few shallow holes in the soil with his fingers and peered into his seed pouch. He didn't know what any of them were in this form, but it didn't matter. "This is going to be as much a surprise for me as it is for you when they grow," he said gently as he watered the soil. "I hope you like them, though."